The pack of soi dogs me and the missus look after recently got significantly larger when 5 puppies were dumped in the pack - mother hit by a car, swiftly followed by another 2 the next day from sources unknown!
Next day, the 2 newer puppies vanished again though. Change of heart by the feckless callous waster who dumped them I thought? No. One return. Fractured pelvis from the car that hit her, and killed her brother. We only administer basic aid to these dogs because literally we could be in the vets every day with the bills clocking up like a gas pump. Seeing that her pee and poop was clear of blood, and knowing that the bone would fix quickly if slight wonky, due to her being a puppy still growing rapidly, we gave her a special diet with some pain relief and now, 3 weeks later she is as cute as a button with a lovely temperament. Hobbles a bit though.
Then disaster strikes again. Saturday I notice the 5 puppies are off their food a little. Sunday, they seem very disinterested in everything when usually they charge for the food like a load of locals being told a shop has the iphone in it. Monday, 4 down still, 1, up and normal. This morning - the fires are burning. 2 dead in the night, 1 fine, 1 recovering and the last at deaths door. Breaking my cardinal rule, I take this one to the vet where he is now, just to find out what is killing them all, so to prepare the missus that in reality they all might die soon.
Parvo.
So anyway, 2 fine puppies, a further one in the vets fighting for its life, and one who has been christened Tiny Tim after the Christmas Carol character.
Who wants a puppy?
Tiny Tim
Johnno - tough little bastard fighting off parvo by himself!
RIP - handsome lad.
Black dude biting the leg - Got better by himself! Call him Tyson.
Some lovely puppies. If you know of anyone thinking of "buying" a dog in the near future, earn yourself some positive karma, slap that stupid idea out of their dim skulls and tell them to get in touch and give one of these lovable rogues a chance.